Ashley Cluver

My name is Ashley. I'm from Portland, OR. I'm a ceramicist/sculptor and I like birds. A lot. I like words on love and relationships. I like old movies and good movies. I like psychology and philosophy. I like music. I like pottery and ceramics.

[mariannapaige]

so i didn’t

[angelg59]

♡ My blog’s for all you sad and lonely teens (following back similar) ♡

[wordsthat-speak]

My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn’t do. He didn’t want to hear my stories. He didn’t ask me questions. He didn’t smile when I was talking to him. He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else, and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all.

Diane Les Becquets (via volatilebodies)

[inkskinned]

you’re going to fall in love with a girl with hair a little longer than mine, another writer-type with all sorts of ideas about things but perhaps a little less aggressive about them, you’re going to kiss her in the ways i taught you and you’re going to figure out some new ways too and when the two of you have sex, she will be just a little bit better at it than i ever have been you’re going to fall in love with a girl that smells good enough you bury your face in the curve of her neck and her tummy will never growl like mine always did. she’ll be deep and mysterious but she won’t come with the heavy past sitting on her shoulders. she won’t ever keep you awake with worry. she’ll always text you back and never bite too hard and never act in a way she can’t explain later. she will not cry when she gets drunk, she’ll just fall asleep beside you. you’ll fight with her sometimes because all couples fight but it won’t be with the teeth and claws that we had, it will be almost gentle, it will be over before it really gets going you’re going to love her until you’re no longer really sure if what we had was all that special. you’ll start badmouthing me to all your friends. you’ll forget about me in most moments and eventually you won’t even be able to tell someone what our first date was or our first kiss or even if you fucked me the last time that we spoke. i’ll just be gone to you, just a memory of a memory, a girl with dark eyes, a half-capable poet, some word on your tongue you’re no longer sure of but you remember that you used to know it. i will no longer be important.

“I’m still holding out hope that somehow someway we’ll end up together in the end…” /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

[aseaofquotes]

Ray Bradbury, “The Fog Horn”

[2wentysixletters]

Typewriter Series #110

[princess-bubblegvm]

[larmoyante]

What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real.

Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You (via larmoyante)

[nostalgia-and-then-some-deactiv]

[acidburnface]

nostalgia-and-then-some:

avocado hearts. (by jenna2step)

perfect.

[suspend]

have you ever felt that tension with someone where out of nowhere you just want to grab them, kiss them and make them beg, make them ask for more. their eyes and body drive you nuts and you just want them and you’ll do anything to get them, touch them, hear them, own them and you know you just crave for them and its like your life depends on it and you will never get enough

[staypozitive]

[notesbyasta]

“i wasn’t looking for anything before i met you. but then you came like autumn, and i fell like leaves do.”

- asta

[minuty]

You may never know what results come from your action. But if you do nothing, there will be no result.

(via minuty)

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[amargedom]